My life with the triple negative type – A Winning Battle (and Search for Ways to Cope With Darn Chemo Brain)

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No Visit With the Vampire

Twelve flight of stairs. I did twelve flight of stairs to my appointment with my oncologist. Today is my first appointment without lab work, so I did not get to visit the vampire (phlebotomist). My blood tests have been all normal for more than a year now that my doctor thinks, this time, we’ll skip it.

My chemo brain is not bad anymore. Of course, I rely heavily on my planner–both on hard book and digital, plus my online calendar. They help me prioritize with my scatter brain and remind me of tasks to do that helps with my forgetfulness.

Guess what? I feel brave enough too to go back to school–online. Tomorrow is my first day. If lucky, in four years, I will earn my Master’s Degree in Nursing. Wish me luck.

I am the first one here in the waiting room. Now I wait to see my doctor. I am half an hour early. I know I will pass this exam with flying colors.

Saint Peregrine Prayer for people with cancer

O great St. Peregrine, you have been called "The Mighty," "The Wonder-Worker," because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God for those who have had recourse to you.

For so many years you bore in your own flesh this cancerous disease that destroys the very fibre of our being, and who had recourse to the source of all grace when the power of man could do no more. You were favoured with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross to heal your affliction. Ask of God and Our Lady, the cure of the sick whom we entrust to you.

(Pause here and silently recall the names of the sick for whom you are praying)

Aided in this way by your powerful intercession, we shall sing to God, now and for all eternity, a song of gratitude for His great goodness and mercy.
Amen.

Cancer Of The Breast…

(a borrowed poem)
[...] Cancer of the breast
from east and west;
it seems Pandora's box is
making a big mess.

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A Prayer When In Pain

I am bowed down and brought very low;
all day long I go about mourning.
My back is filled with searing pain;
there is no health in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;
I groan in anguish of heart.

All my longings lie open before you, Lord;
my sighing is not hidden from you.
---------Psalm 38:6-9 (TNIV)